A Time of Exile. Katharine Kerr

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Название A Time of Exile
Автор произведения Katharine Kerr
Жанр Сказки
Серия The Westlands
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isbn 9780007400980



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       Voyager

       KATHARINE KERR

       A Time of Exile

       A Novel of the Westlands

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       Voyager

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      First published in Great Britain by GraftonBooks 1991

      Copyright © Katharine Kerr 1991

      Cover design and illustration by Micaela Alcaino © HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 2019

      Katharine Kerr asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work

      A catalogue copy of this book is available from the British Library.

      This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

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      Source ISBN: 9780586207888

      Ebook Edition © AUGUST 2014 ISBN: 9780007400980

      Version: 2019–10–08

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       tibi, Dea, nominis pro gloria tuae

      CONTENTS

       Cover

       Title Page

       Two

       Part Two: The Elven Border 719–915

       Part Three: Eldidd 918

       One

       Two

       Three

       Epilogue: The Elven Border Summer, 1096

       Keep Reading

       Appendices

       Glossary

       About the Author

       Other Books By

       About the Publisher

       The Eldidd Border 1096

      ‘As thrifty as a dwarf’ is a common catch-phrase, and one that the Mountain People take for a compliment. Although they see no reason to waste anything, whether it’s a scrap of cloth or the heel of a loaf, they keep a particularly good watch over their gemstones and metals, though they never tell anyone outside their kin and clan just how they do it. Otho, the silver daggers’ smith down in Dun Mannannan, was no different from any other dwarven craftsman, unless he was perhaps more cautious than most. His usual customer was some hotheaded young lad who’d dishonoured himself badly enough to be forced to join the silver daggers, and you have to admit that a wandering swordsman who fights only for coin, not honour, isn’t the sort you can truly trust with either dwarven silver or magical secrets.

      During his long years among humans in the kingdom of Deverry, Otho taught a few other smiths how to smelt the rare alloy for the daggers, an extremely complicated process with a number of peculiar steps, such as words to be chanted and hand gestures to be made just so. Otho would always refuse to answer questions, saying only that if his students wanted the formula to come out right they could follow his orders, and if they didn’t, they could get out of his forge right then and spare everyone trouble. All the apprentices shut their mouths and stayed; they were bright enough to realize that they were being taught magic of some sort, even if they weren’t being told what the spells accomplished. Once they opened shops of their own, they went on repeating Otho’s procedures in the exact way they’d been taught, so that every dagger made of dwarven silver in Deverry carried two kinds of dweomer.

      One spell Otho would acknowledge, especially to someone that he liked and trusted; the other he would have hid from his own brother. The first produced in the metal itself